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Nostalgia-Song of the Expatriate

(I'm an Indian lassie, was born in West Africa, (Nigeria), Grew up in South Africa (Swaziland) and currently live in East Africa. (Tanzania). So I live in Daresalam, near the Indian Ocean. I might be like any other expatriate, desirous of their homeland Upon my country's soil fervently wishing to stand. I can't help feeling profusely foreigner in this highly foreign land I'd give anything to go back, say even be a mariner for there's an ocean to cross before familiar sand. An ocean with dear motherland's name greets me all the way here with tantalizing lure Tiring me of nostalgia's seemingly endless game reminding the distance between the shores is galore! Everything here seems just too alien and foreign The air seems foreign punctuated by exotic birds In this land I still feel as if lost in some warren and the foreign language - I'm at a loss for words! I feel estranged and disoriented, struck with nostalgia though I might not be such a patriot any more The awaited journey to India from Tanzania to reach familiar ground of lakhs and crore. Ah, the welcoming scenes of my homeland always so enticing and inviting It might seem surprising that for me she's a dreamland but a desire to go back, since ages I've been fighting. I'm home- sick, waiting so long to be back home There's no place like home- sweet- home Here I feel I've lost my tracks Like a homeless wanderer do I roam. As here I feel no less like a Gulliver on his travels yet to rehabilitate from homesickness might take a lifetime For now, I can merely sing of motherland's marvels and wait soberly for fate and destiny's chime. But an underlying truth here: I feel alienated everywhere as if I hailed from No- man's-land They think I neither blend with the Indian nor the african but hope they respect my very individual brand.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 3/27/2014 4:35:00 PM
They respect you the man. In the end thats who you really are! Nice write, s. zaynub ~~WRITE ON!~~
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Date: 3/25/2014 9:54:00 AM
WELL WRITTEN LIKED THIS PIECE OF YOURS.....................N THNX FOR COMMENTING ON MY POEM .LUV CRYSTAL
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Date: 3/4/2014 12:55:00 AM
I like this so much!
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Date: 3/3/2014 9:09:00 PM
nice write.
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Date: 3/2/2014 4:18:00 AM
It's beautiful:)
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Date: 3/2/2014 3:29:00 AM
really a good one..
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Date: 3/1/2014 10:51:00 PM
–‘Aye Mere Pyare Watan Aye Mere Bichude Chaman Tujh Pe Dil Kurban – Tere Daaman Se Jo Aayen Un Havaaon Ko Salaam ….’ Then I listen to that Song on You Tube and both your Poem and the Song has left me with a sweet cry and longing for my country. Thank you for this wonderful gift Zaynab and thank you for your precious sweet comments on my Mulberry Poem. Love and best wishes always..Ravindra K Kapoor
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Date: 3/1/2014 10:49:00 PM
What a beautiful Poem my dear friend and fellow countryman Zaynab. Your Poem is blended with all the feelings & a cry for your great love for your mother land. You have really touched the hearts in your wonderful Poem. Missing your people & your homeland are such powerful feelings that it really creates its great impact, when you are away from people and motherland. While reading your Poem the immortal Song of Hindi Film Kabuliwala 1961 started flashing in my mind.. to conti..Ravindra K Kapoor
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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri
Date: 3/2/2014 12:58:00 AM
Thanx a lot ravindra for yor lovely patriotic coment n song. Im a lady not a man though.
Date: 3/1/2014 6:17:00 PM
This is great! Love the shape and the word choices. Definitely very individual! Best wishes, Alex
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Date: 3/1/2014 2:38:00 PM
hey hey ..this is really good ..interesting and a different style all your own ..i truly enjoyed reading this ..love your talent :))
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Date: 3/1/2014 1:49:00 PM
I can feel you pain coming out of your words..I truly hope for the best...Tim
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Date: 3/1/2014 3:27:00 AM
I feel you, I really feel you. Like you, I'm a Nigerian living in Germany; as such, I can see all your plights.But bet me,you will soon breathe the fresh air of India,the will of man is always beyond surrender.A great work is this,though touching,I really enjoyed it. For now be good to your host country and hope for the better.God bless Africa,India and reward Germany.
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Date: 3/1/2014 1:59:00 AM
This is absolutely a great write my dear friend. I like it so much & also the form and I can relate in some ways here. Thank you so much for sharing and your wonderful comment on my poem. More blessings! love and hugs, Leonora
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Date: 2/28/2014 5:07:00 PM
I travel often and get the feeling you describe even being away for just a couple of weeks. Well done !
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